Tuesday, May 03, 2011
Taplow
It was a nice evening for a walk round the village; but the smoke rising from distant Swinley Forest was a sober reminder of the fires still burning there.
Two whistling Mandarin drakes were on the river along with several busy, quarrelsome mallards. There seemed to have been a hatching of flies, and four common terns, two hobbies and a kestrel were taking advantage of this. Something small moving along the waterline of an island turned out to be a common sandpiper. Not my first here, but the first for a very long time.
As I turned away an approaching walker materialised into Greger, taking his daily constitutional in the opposite direction to me. We parted again and by the time I got round to the pub he had got the drinks in and was waiting in the garden (it was just about warm enough to sit outside).
As I turned away an approaching walker materialised into Greger, taking his daily constitutional in the opposite direction to me. We parted again and by the time I got round to the pub he had got the drinks in and was waiting in the garden (it was just about warm enough to sit outside). A pair of mistle thrushes flying over churring and then landing on the village green finished the (birding) evening off nicely.
// posted by Christine @ 12:25 PM 
